fack.Fack.FACK
Yeah. FACK guys. What the heck. Bah. YOU MAKE MY MIND GO BAH! Literally! Ugh. I don't know what to say or do and I feel like ass. Fricken complicated life. I hate life. There's so much productivity I could be participating in, but noooo...I'm retarded. Go me. FACK.
Why do creepy people like me? Like, Charlie from back in the day msged me today...CREEPY. And Kai from class - Anne, you know, you heard the message - CREEPY ALSO.
And fuck. Why can't I just know what's good for me and feel it? WHY? I KNOW it's good for me, I know it should be what I need and what I should be looking for. But no, life just hates me, and I don't feel it. FUCK YOU LIFE!
This makes a whole lot of not sense, but that's okay. Cause it doesn't make sense in my head...so don't worry about it being something that hasn't been said properly. Cause I write like I talk and I talk like I feel. And right now, I feel like idiot-ness.
WHHHHHHHHY...gay.
I need to get out of this stupid stupid cycle. I should be listening to my head. But no, FEELINGS ARE INVOLVED. Screw you feelings!!! I hate you! ...now if I could only mush all the goodness of each situation together, it would be fine. FINE. More than fine. It'd be AWESOME.
But no...like I said, life just hates me. Much like my freakin' professor who hates my entire group. We're going to fail. Just you wait.
I have to go prepare myself for a conversation now...be glad you don't have to experience the retardedness that is me in person at this moment - I'm sure it would drive you insane as well.
PEACE AUDI (good GOD someone help me!!!)
Why do creepy people like me? Like, Charlie from back in the day msged me today...CREEPY. And Kai from class - Anne, you know, you heard the message - CREEPY ALSO.
And fuck. Why can't I just know what's good for me and feel it? WHY? I KNOW it's good for me, I know it should be what I need and what I should be looking for. But no, life just hates me, and I don't feel it. FUCK YOU LIFE!
This makes a whole lot of not sense, but that's okay. Cause it doesn't make sense in my head...so don't worry about it being something that hasn't been said properly. Cause I write like I talk and I talk like I feel. And right now, I feel like idiot-ness.
WHHHHHHHHY...gay.
I need to get out of this stupid stupid cycle. I should be listening to my head. But no, FEELINGS ARE INVOLVED. Screw you feelings!!! I hate you! ...now if I could only mush all the goodness of each situation together, it would be fine. FINE. More than fine. It'd be AWESOME.
But no...like I said, life just hates me. Much like my freakin' professor who hates my entire group. We're going to fail. Just you wait.
I have to go prepare myself for a conversation now...be glad you don't have to experience the retardedness that is me in person at this moment - I'm sure it would drive you insane as well.
PEACE AUDI (good GOD someone help me!!!)